He carefully lowers the cylinder and, for a few minutes, I revel in the way it envelops my dick, pushing and pulling the pleasure through my body, like an ocean tide. When I start to get close, he slowly pulls it off.
I whine, but when I look down, hell, I’m a little more than half-hard and still comfortable. “This is the hardest I’ve been able to get in years,” I say, effervescence chasing the pleasure through my chest.
“Such a pretty dick,” he says, kissing my temple as he grazes my nipples with his fingernails. I arch against him, my knees bent. Two weeks ago, I could’ve never taken this position.
I whine again, the rhythmic sucking sound of the cylinder calling out to me. He kisses the back of my neck and drizzles a little lube around the entrance. “Patience, baby. Patience.”
Kissing a line of heat up my neck, he lowers the cylinder, letting my dick fight a little against the suction, the muffled sound of my cock pulsing in and out of the machine music to my ears. He flips another switch and brings up the shorter cylinder, attaching it to my sac so the machine is milking both at the same time.
“Oh god, oh god,” I pant, thrusting my hips, chasing the depths of the cylinder, only to have him adjust, keeping it just at the tip to coax a little more length and girth from me.
“Baby, your dick is starting to remember what it’s here for.” His voice is silk as he turns up the suction to level three.
I still have miles to go before I’m fully hard, but with the extra hit of intensity, I’m seeing stars. Even the anxiety of whether I’ll actually be able to fully function has slipped to the side in favor of whatever you call this.
“Please,” I beg, straining against his strong grip that prevents thrusting. He tightens his grip, and I push harder, hoping for little round bruises.
He holds out for a few seconds more, then releases my hip to tug against the short cylinder while shoving the longer one down the full length of my shaft.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A monster, full-body orgasm spins up, humming just at the edges.
“Please don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Give it to me, baby. Give me that O. I want it so bad,” he whispers, furiously pumping in time with the intense suction. Every muscle is on fire with need while all of the light and love and lust and pain in my body coalesce into an explosion of brilliant, cascading pleasure. Odd’s soft whispers waterfall electricity down my neck as my cock throbs, filling the sleeve with cum until it starts to dribble out.
He quickly flips off the suction apparatus, sparing my cock and ball from getting over sensitized, while manually pumping both, milking the final, jerking edges of my orgasm from me.
“I almost blacked out,” I say, breathless as I turn to kneel in front of him, collapsing into a searing kiss.
“Mm,” he moans, flipping back on the machine as he slides the cylinder between us, pushing into the sleeve, using my spunk as lubrication. “Your cum is so warm, baby. Feels so good on my cock. So—” His quick but powerful orgasm cuts off his words, and he’s a vision of tensed, straining muscles, veins lighting up everywhere. His soundless, open-mouthed ecstasy will fuel my spank bank for years to come.
We collapse on the bed, twitching as the remnants of our twin orgasms barrel through us. I crawl to his side, draping myself across his body as we give ourselves over to the powerful pull of fucked-out sleep.
* * *
As annoying as it is to wake up to my phone going off—with Anders’ ringtone, no less—I’m otherwise occupied by the complete lack of pain in my body. What is this sorcery? I slept on my side, practically fetal against Odd’s strong body, andnothinghurts.
I’d forgotten what pain-free feels like.
The ringing starts up again, and Odd stirs, rubbing his eyes as he stretches his glorious body. “Why is he calling you? Didn’t he check on your knee, like, yesterday?”
“Dr. Tamashiro’s out of town.”
“Oh no.”
I roll my eyes as I pick up the phone. “I’m not talking about my dick therapy with you.” Odd drags me farther up his body so he can bite my shoulder.
“You don’t know if that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
I blink sleepily. “My apologies. What would you like to talk about, Anders?”
“You tug one out today?”
“I will get on the elevator butt-ass naked, take it up to your condo, and beat the shit out of you.”
“Really? I’m just trying to make sure that everything is going well for you. Is it?”
Fine. He probably actually does need to do a follow-up on me. “Yes, Dr. Bash. Everything is functioning as it should be.”
